Happy Mother's Day- All MM Mom's !!!!! Message Board

  • View author's info posted on May 13, 2006 04:41

    Thanks for the wishes BL and hondo.

    For me, it brings both joy and sadness.

    As others, I won't see what my son does my for me until tomorrow, but (as I've said at least a dozen times in the forums), it is the simple things or kind acts that engrave into our hearts. Seeing him grow into the good man I'd hoped my work would achieve is my finest accomplishment.

    My mother, however, is now in the latter stages of Alzheimers and the sadness that the moments of lucidity are rapidly decreasing is heart-wrenching. She always mixed up the kids' (course there's eight of us)names, but now she doesn't correct herself. Whomever I happen to be on the day I see her is who I am to her. All one can do is enjoy the moment in her world.

    With that in mind, my heart goes out to those who have lost their mother. May your memories focus on the good and recognize proudly the indelible mark she has made in shaping you.
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  • View author's info posted on May 13, 2006 00:46

    statuesque4u write:
    A Mother's
    Love Determines How

    A mother's love determines how
    We love ourselves and others.
    There is no sky we'll ever see
    Not lit by that first love.

    Stripped of love, the universe
    Would drive us mad with pain;
    But we are born into a world
    That greets our cries with joy.

    How much I owe you for the kiss
    That told me who I was!
    The greatest gift--a love of life--
    Lay laughing in your eyes.

    Because of you my world still has
    The soft grace of your smile;
    And every wind of fortune bears
    The scent of your caress.


    Stautueque4u you are so sweet that souther gal is coming out in you!!!! Any way happy mother day to all the mm woman and you too Stautueque4u thanks for sharing with all of us and thanks Blondelightning too!!!!! Alway Unsnaggedeagle
  • View author's info posted on May 11, 2006 16:01

    Good job BL.

    Happy mothers day you little mothers.
  • View author's info posted on May 11, 2006 13:17

    Hi Len,
    Thanks! Mother's Day for me is usually quite intense. For the last five years I have been doing the "Y-Me Race against Breast Cancer." I usually "run" it. It is three and a half miles. That is the ONLY day of the year I am out of my bed BEFORE 6 A.M.
    I lookf forward to doing it again this year. Unfortunately, I think the weather is going to be yucky but Oh! Well!
    I have been walking 5 miles every three days and running three miles 2 days a week to prepare. I think I am ready!
    Last Year I raised $2000 dollars and this year I hope to raise more. It seems as if my friends donate more money when I run it. So, I am dusting the Nikes Off and gearing up for my Mothers Day 5K run ..brrmmmmmm!
  • View author's info posted on May 11, 2006 09:38

    Dormavirgo, I was thinking of you and your mom, my heart is with you. Unsnaggedeagle
  • View author's info posted on May 11, 2006 09:33

    For those who are fortunate enough to still be blessed by having your Mom
    with you, this is beautiful...For those who aren't... it is even more beautiful. It takes my breath!

    The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked. And the guide said "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."

    But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything
    could be better than these years. So she played with her children, she fed
    them and bathed them, and taught them how to tie their shoes and ride a bike and reminded them to feed the dog, and do their homework and brush their teeth. The sun shone on them, and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."

    Then the nights came, and the storms, and the path was sometimes dark,
    and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close
    and covered them with her arms, and the children said, "Mother, we are not
    afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."

    And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children
    climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children,

    "A little patience and we are there." So the children climbed, and as they climbed they learned to weather the storms. And with this, she gave them strength to face the world. Year after year, she showed them compassion,

    understanding, hope, but most of all...unconditional love. And when they
    reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you."

    The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the
    mother grew old and she became little and bent. But her children were tall
    and strong, and walked with courage. And the other, when she lay down at night, looked up at the stars and said, "This is a be tter day than the last, for my children have learned so much and are now passing these traits on to their children."

    And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her, and gave her
    their strength, just as she had given them hers. One day they came to a
    hill, and beyond the hill, they could see a shining road and golden gates
    flung wide.

    And mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know
    the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk with dignity
    and pride,

    with their heads held high, and so can their children after them. And the
    children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have
    gone through the gates." And they stood and watched her as she went on
    alone, and the gates closed after her. And they said: "We cannot see her,
    but she is with us still.

    A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence."

    Your Mother is always wit h you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, she's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning. Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. A mother shows every emotion ,happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow... and all the while, hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.

    She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you
    follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend,
    even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not
    space...not even death!
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